Sometimes I feel like a real fuck: dirty, lustful and completely shameless. I am 22 years old, married. I can’t say that something is missing in my life. My height is 178 cm, slender brown-haired, beautiful legs, not big, but beautiful breasts with nipples looking for affection forever. Yes, I am. The character is calm and balanced - I am absolutely not drawn to the adventures. Relationship with her husband is what the newlyweds should have: flowers, sweets and sex every other day. There is one “but” - this is my little “hot button”. And it works only on “on”. To turn it off you need to try hard. I usually masturbate. My husband tries to appease me in every sense, but more often I end up in proud solitude - thanks to my smart fingers.

Now my husband and I rent an apartment, not a mansion, of course, but everything necessary is there. The main thing, as the owner of the apartment said (HC), is a strong sofa, and this, for a young family, is the most important. I agree with him.

The owner of the apartment (HC) is a handsome middle-aged man, firmly built up, it is clear that he is watching the body, which cannot be said about fashion. The clothes of the whole “day before yesterday” season and the shoes are “recently” cleaned.

But here his ass and hands ... ass, straight "walnut" and it is beneficial to emphasize the jeans, so it happened. And my hands are strong, muscular ... when he comes to pay, I quietly sit on the sofa and watch him write - a little abruptly, impulsively, with pressure. At these moments I try to imagine how he would caress my body: he would jerk his back to the bottom, he would squeeze my ass ... Wow ... usually, when he left, I had freaking sex with my husband, and I fucked him, but he did not go me, as usual. Well, I still finished in the bathroom with a towel in my teeth and fingers shaking with desire on the clitoris.

On the arrival of the host always reported in advance and appeared up to half an hour. This time we also waited for his appearance. The doorbell broke, so my husband and I occasionally went to the hallway to look into the "peephole."

The elevator doors slammed on the staircase, and I went to see if it was for us. Yes, it was HC. He went to the door, and I was already reaching for the door lock, as suddenly the neighbor's door opened.

- Oh, Natasha, hello!

“Hello,” a voice answered from the open door.

- And I'm here to my "newlyweds" ...

- And ... so come in for a minute, I'll give you some coffee, you're from work?

I looked into the “peephole” and began to boil: not only did I “wind” several kilometers to the door and back with my husband, and he was also going to coffee pot! I went to the room.

- Not? - asked Roma.

“Nope ...” I replied sadly, “turn on the movie.” He went to hell, so wait for him ...

- Do not worry.

Roma turned on the telly and found some second-rate film. The plot was sucked from the finger, but he captured my attention so that I did not immediately hear the question of my husband.

- Do you hear? - He poked me in the side with his elbow.

- Ay, fool! - I jumped in surprise - what?

He raised his finger up in silence and attention. Behind the wall, from the side of the neighbor’s apartment, a rhythmic “tuk-tuk-tuk” was heard into the wall.

- What is it? I asked, but the answer was already asking for it.

Romka with a mischievous smile ran into the kitchen and brought two glasses.

- Can you use? - He asked and put one of the glasses to the wall. - Let's listen, cool as well!

"Aha, what's cool?" - flashed the thought, but I took the glass.

Having listened to the sounds behind the wall, I distinctly heard a rhythmic “knock-knock-knock” and a still silent drawl “m-mm ...”

“Cattle! Wife, baby, we are waiting, and he went to fuck! Coffee! ”- flashed thoughts. The bangs on the wall grew clearer, and the groans grew louder. My banging in my temples: “This is how to fuck so that she moans so much ?!” The fantasy did not take long to wait: she was on the back of the bed and wrapped her legs around his torso, and he leaned on her fists , thrusting into it your penis from time to time stronger.

The groans increased in proportion to the noise in my head - Momma, my "little button" turned on! Barely squinting at her husband, to make sure that he, as a schoolboy, with bated breath, listens to the neighbors' moans, I thrust my free hand under my dressing gown into the panties. There already all boiled! At one touch, the discharges of current shot out in the lower abdomen.

“Calmer” - I tried to stop myself, but there was no way to cope with the excitement of forces. Pulling my hand out of the panties, I gathered the remnants of saliva in my dry mouth, spat in my palm and returned my hand to its former place - between my legs. For a moment I imagined a picture: I was kneeling on the sofa with my back arched, like a cat's. One hand holds the glass against the wall, while the other jerks and shakes in my panties, driving the waves of excitement right into my cerebellum. The fever was aggravated by the growl behind the wall and the presence of her prostrated husband, who, like a fifteen-year-old drooled, bore his lip and could not see anything in front of him. I could not even imagine what this could have ended, but behind the wall there was a victorious roar of a lion over a torn roe, and after a moment everything was quiet. As soon as my hand lifted from the clitoris, as her reddened husband looked at me with dull eyes and said: “What a joke!”

Fool! My arm is wet to the elbow from the discharge, and he has a "joke ..."

His whole body ached, his head was sick, like a hangover - he was swaying and nauseated. Perhaps this is the "unfinished" - a thought came. I didn’t want sex - I wanted to take a huge zucchini and break my vagina! I wanted to sit pussy on a circular saw, in order to end in a bloody mess, I wanted ...

The door was drumming loudly. Then it dawned on me that it was to us. The husband went to open - came HK.

- Hey Ya! - as always he loudly and slightly familiarly greeted him.

- Hello ... - mumbled my husband.

- And I knock-knock here ... have you heard?

- Yes, so - the husband was embarrassed. - Here it was happening behind the wall, that we were a little stunned.

“Aaa, it happens,” said HK, entering the room. - Hi, Tan! What's up?

I just nodded to this lean male. Swollen veins on the forehead and beads of sweat on the forehead showed his recent activity.

- It's hot in the street - you sweat ...

“Oh, yes, this is me to you without an elevator on the tenth floor — I wanted to warm up,” he smiled.

My head was still sick, and I decided to keep silent.

- Tanya is not in the spirit? - He asked her husband.

- Tan, what are you doing? - Roman looked at me.

I just had to shrink in a lump and try to calm down. From excitement and dissatisfaction nauseous, like during sea rolling. Having tried to pull a short robe on my knees, I tucked my legs and closed my eyes, but still managed to notice the interested look of the HC. He did not hide his interest in looking at my bare legs. (goat).

- Let's reckon? - asked HK.

The usual procedure began: HC copied the data to itself in a notebook, read it and multiplied it. His strong hands, as always, abruptly displayed something on the pages.

- Coffee you want? - the question broke from the lips completely unexpectedly. How? Why? I wanted to dig myself deep into the ground and pour concrete, but it was too late.

- Yeah, I will not refuse, - gliding over me, said HK.

Barely moving my legs, I dragged to the kitchen.

Chirk is a match, puff is a gas, pf-fff is a kettle. “Mommies, yes we have coffee, only dried Nescafe. God, how embarrassing! ”

And let him drink! "There" he was cooked, I suppose, in Turochka ... let!

The men quietly mumbled in the room. The kettle boiled, and I poured the remains of instant coffee into the cup. Stirring coffee with a spoon, I accidentally touched the walls of the cup: knock-knock, knock-knock, knock-knock ... Immediately I remembered the moans behind the wall and his animal growl.

My "button" lit up red. Without doubting for a second, I pulled off my panties and put my left hand between the halves of my robe - touched the "button" - hot! Between the legs everything burned and ached with desire. Two fingers immediately fell into my excited crater, my eyes glazed. Continuing with the right hand ...